haunted
summary: you find yourself stuck in a circle of frustration, unable to reach an orgasm by yourself. even in your sleep, your dreams are filled with lust. after yet another failed attempt at relief, you wake up in what seems like another plane of existence, and meet the source of your problem... and resolve.
pairing: incubus! kenjaku x f! reader
tags: solo mastubation!f, implied wet dreams, somnophillia, fingering, orgasm denial, oral f.rec, jacob's ladder piercing, overstimulation, unprotected piv, riding, creampie.
wc: 4.4k
the past nights have been restless; overflown by stress and lack of sleep, while every feeble attempt at relief was met with dead ends that left you even more sexually frustrated.
you couldn't even remember the last time you came. nothing and no one you would think of was quite enough to get you to reach your peak. so you'd fall asleep; so tense and weary that even your dreams had grown lustful, so much so that you'd wake up in a small puddle of your wetness.
but for some reason, your mind scape was the place where you've gotten the closest to an orgasm. you felt it, in your sleep, how your thighs would squeeze together while your cunt clenched around nothing, and the pleasure nearly overtook you.
but once you woke up, you never remembered who, or what you dreamt of that could get you so riled up.
kinda pathetic, right?
yet you find yourself lying awake in bed again, slivers of pale moonlight painting your skin through the gaps of the curtains while your eyes squeeze shut and your hand traveled between your thighs.
no face ever surfaced in your dreams. not that you could recall, anyway. only a fleeting presence. an eerie, suffocating weight that swathed you, offering a pleasure so intense it felt haunting.
so that's what you hung onto; what you vaguely imagined as you drew circles over your puffy clit, almost praying to whatever higher power to let you cum tonight.
you tried replicating the atmosphere in your mind. the heaviness in the air and how your body felt as if it sank into the soft mattress. you let your mind wander.
your fingers drifted lower, skimming over your glistening folds and gathering the slick on the pads. you were so wet. so sensitive already.
you needed this.
so you continued, eyes closed as you began shifting your hand in messy circles, firing every nerve in your core while quiet whimpers spilled off your lips.
as if guided, your free hand moved to cup your breast. fondling it softly and ghosting your digits over the hardened nipple.
your breath catches. fingers massaging your tender clit with more urgency until the wetness soaked your digits. the pressure in your belly spread, feet pushed into the mattress so you get a better angle.
yet it's still not enough.
you feel it. you can't focus. it's like your own mind is working against you; too hung up on the fantasy that poisoned your imagination. unable to grasp reality.
you try so hard, working your fingers just the way you thought you liked it, but frustration seeps into your bones, and you slowly succumb to the vision.
faint pleas slipped from your lips. you don't know to whom—only that you were drowning in a silent prayer for rescue, desperate to reach that fleeting euphoria once more.
you start to lose hope with every passing minute.
warm tears begin to coat your lashes while you tease and circle your clit. this was going nowhere; you should just stop, you're not a sex crazed freak, right?
but you just can't seem to find it within yourself. your skin is buzzing, heat blooming in your chest as if you've been compelled to keep going. so by the time your head thumps back against the soft pillows, your senses grow dull, and the warmth of your fingers suddenly feels like it was sending sparks throughout your core.
a soft gasp broke through your lips when your digits graze over your clit, tears drying on your cheeks while you shift your hand from one breast to the other. it's like every breath you took made the arousal sear beneath your skin.
you didn't think much of it; not until you felt the shift in the air. something dark yet familiar; enough to make your muscles flutter and your cunt drip.
you didn't care how freaky or depraved it seemed; the hunger in your veins outweighed any logical thought process. was this the moment you'll finally get what you've been craving?
even if it had only been an illusion your mind had set up for you, it was the perfect trap; one you've been eager to fall into. your back arched instinctively, lips parting to make way for the moans and pants slipping out.
your poor cunt was slobbering, driblets of slick gushing out as you grind against your own hand. so the moment you register what feels like someones touch on your skin, you brush it off as your mind playing games on you.
however, the featherlight touches sharpened quickly, turning into phantom hands that grappled at your skin—an invisible, relentless force unraveling your grip on reality.
yet you melted right into it; what you thought was delirium flooding your senses. the sheets below were soaked with arousal, your fingers moving with desperation against your puffy clit. for once, the pathway to your orgasm felt like a clear route with no obstacles in your way.
you felt it everywhere. an intangible force tethered to your body like ropes made from silk. a surging heat ghosting over your frame until eventually reaching your dripping core.
a helpless moan rips from your throat as you feel the weight of ghostly hands parting you open. they moved strategically, brushing over your folds before slipping in one lithe finger.
the combined sensation made you see stars behind your closed eyelids. a pleasure so intense it created the illusion of a fire raging in your insides.
your body tightened and pulsed as you felt your orgasm approach, moving your fingers in a blur of hurried, desperate circles, mirroring the rhythm of the precise force pistoning into your cunt.
the air felt like cotton filling your lungs, turning your breath into shattered gasps the moment you felt a second finger entering you.
your sopping walls moulded perfectly around them, stretching you open and making your mind go blank. you let yourself soak in the pleasure, taking it all in until your thighs were trembling, and dazed moans were all that came out of your mouth.
just moments before your release, everything shattered, and the intense heat surging through you evaporated. the sudden, hollow retreat turned your anticipation to ash, leaving you to stifle a sob against the rash ache of emptiness.
the pressure behind your ribs was taking you apart, spreading throughout your body and leaving you spent against the sheets. bottled up tears had flooded your eyes before swiftly rolling down your flushed cheeks.
were you cursed? it sure felt like it.
your mind was brimming with helpless questions without answer and while you slowly sunk down from your stalled efforts, your body moved without you, curling up into a ball and shoving your face into the pillows.
slumber was quick to reach you, letting your body relax beneath the warmth of the covers and setting your troubled mind at ease for once.
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your eyes feel heavy as they flutter open, your body still numb as you wake up, shifting around to stretch for some sort of relief. was it morning already? how much did you sleep?
you felt so light, like the air around cradled you in its space. your mind is drowsy still from the night before, and a moment passes before you feel awake. as your senses slowly return to you, an unsettling feeling starts to pool in your chest, strong—suffocating even.
the moment you rise from the comfort of the sheets, a sense of panic rushes through you. you look around only to be met with an endless, dark void, full of nothingness; yet, something about it screamed familiarity.
the feeling of someone's stare burned though the back of your head, and surely enough, your heart had skipped a beat when you turned around.
you hadn't seen his face before, but you knew who he was. the overwhelming presence was all you needed to figure it out after spending night after night being swathed in his energy.
"i believe you needed my help earlier," the man spoke, his voice like honey dripping off his tongue.
he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man you had ever seen, everything about him invited you in, from the long and sleek inky hair, down to the sharp gaze and perfectly sculpted body. at least that's what you assumed was hiding beneath those silken robes.
"it's you," you murmured, taking a moment before speaking.
as you continued studying him, you couldn't help but notice the stitches running across his forehead. and you weren't sure from the distance, but his eyes seemed like the richest, most hypnotic shade of purple. it was an enthralling contrast against his robes; a delicate navy blue fabric that remained open down his toned chest.
little did you know, the man before you was a mastermind of pleasure, a primal being with a millennia of experience that consisted of taking on the form that which elicited the most sexual energy out of his chosen partner. one might say you're lucky.
"mm… you may call me kenjaku," he crooned, taking relaxed steps towards you, each one slower, and more dangerous.
his gaze drawl down your body, which would've remained bare if not the rumpled sheets around your midriff. he was unreadable, scanning your face and seeing the blooming anticipation hiding behind the shaken look.
you covered instinctively. and without much thought, your expression had grown cold and wary.
"what did you do to me? what is this place?" you hissed, a weight in your voice that could only be justified by all the pent up frustration that pooled in your gut, the memories of each restless night coming back to you.
"i thought it's time we officially met; after all, i've given you quite the impression," kenjaku stifled a laugh, not answering your questions. his gaze returned to you, only to be met with the stern and humourless look on your face.
"this is the realm hidden between dreams and reality," kenjaku explained.
"and i believe it's the perfect place for me to finish what i've started." his presence made you feel crowded, pulling you into his orbit more with every deliberate step.
"what is that supposed to mean?" silly question. your breath caught in your throat, heat creeping up on your skin because of the proximity.
"if only you'll let me." his voice as vulnerable as it was demanding, and within the blink of an eye kenjaku falls onto his knees; a slow and profane movement all while maintaining eye contact.
the gesture made you feel as if under hypnosis, utterly entranced by the vulgarity in his unfaltering gaze.
you watch as he leaned in, holding himself up by setting one hand into the mattress beneath you, while the other reach forward to graze the pads of his fingers over your calf. his touch was surprisingly soft, and your skin was left warmer in its wake, as if he already knew all the places that made you weak.
"is this alright?" kenjaku asked, his voice firm and knowing.
the way he spoke sent pure need through your veins, a dangerous combination with the way his hand continued to trail up your thigh.
"fuck, yes…," you breathed out, and that was all he needed to hear before he began to crawl between your legs.
kenjaku moved like liquid fire, the more he touched you, the more your body begged for more. you leaned back on your elbows, monitoring each lithe shift in his stance as he neared his face to your inner thighs.
his sharp eyes had not left yours, burning though them with flaming intent as he grazed his lips along the sensitive skin. each touch was deliberate, set on making you crave him. your back arched instinctively, and he took that as an invitation to switch to the other thigh and scatter kisses amongst it, toying with your patience.
your chest heaved with desire as he verged on your center, simmering heat already lingering on kenjaku's face as he pressed a final kiss next to your cunt. the knot in your belly seemed to tighten when he caught your legs in the crook of his elbows, keeping you in a firm lock as he made himself comfortable between your thighs.
kenjaku had long awaited to have a taste of you, to feel your wetness soak his tongue. but what do they say… 'the longer the wait, the sweeter the prize', right?
each time he visited you in your dreams, his attention was undivided. learning all of your most sensitive spots, paying mind to what got you the wettest—what made you moan the loudest, and most importantly, everything you needed that he so casually deprived you of.
his tongue was laid flat against your puffy cunt, licking up a wet stripe over your slit that made moans fall from both of your mouths. the arousal felt like the sweetest honey on his tongue, and his eyes fell closed as he soaked in the taste.
your brain is fogged with pleasure, back arching further against kenjaku's mouth as he laps at your juices. each swipe of his tongue was languid and unhurried, exploring each spot he's thought of a thousand times over.
the hums he let slip out didn't help your weakened state either. vibrations buzzed through your core and made your thighs tremble in his grasp.
it didn't take long before he sealed his mouth around your clit, suctioning his lips and flicking the tip of his tongue at the same time. your sudden tension didn't escape him—it became his new target, and he was determined to abuse it until you knew nothing but his name.
"so… so good," you slurred, attempting to keep your eyes open just so you could have the obscene sight of him between your legs.
that only made kenjaku smirk against your slippery cunt, fueling him keep going and increase his speed. you were spiraling by now, your head spinning as he sucked and licked your puffy clit.
his glossy lips felt like the softest silk in contrast to the rough, unrelenting sweeps of his tongue. kenjaku felt drunk on your essence, diving in deeper until his nose was pressed against your flushed clit.
your moans echoed into the void, flowing freely as you tipped your head back in pleasure. his tongue swirled your insides, so deep it snatched your breath away, hands fisting into the sheets below you.
your voice turned messy and incoherent, babbles spilled off your lips as you neared your high. kenjaku felt the way your walls clung to his skilled tongue, the way you clenched as he thrusted inside you, jaw slack and limp, yet fucking your insides as if it was his only purpose.
"p–please, oh my god—," your pleas came out like a shattered gasp when kenjaku pulled away from your dripping cunt, saying something along the lines of "not quite" before shoving his face in your heat again.
his tongue was pressed flat against your folds, the bridge of his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit as he gripped tighter onto your thighs, guiding you to grind against his face.
kenjaku let out a low, muffled moan into your heat as you began shifting against his mouth, matching your pace and swiping his tongue along your cunt until he was smothered in your wetness. every time you arched upward, seeking more, he met the pressure with unyielding firmness, refusing to pull away even when the air grew thin.
your breath hitched into broken, hushed sobs as he increased his pace, hands digging into your hips to follow his lead. his nose nudged relentlessly against your center, and an overwhelming heat spread throughout your limbs with every deliberate sweep of his tongue.
you were basically riding kenjaku's face by now, the grip on your hips bruisingly tight as he made you take every bit of friction he was giving you, your thought process rapidly breaking under the pressure of his face against your cunt.
kenjaku's instincts could not be restrained, and the primal, unwavering sense of breaking you took over once your hand fisted in his hair. the moan he let out was filthy, obscene even as you tugged at the roots, urging him closer.
your body buckled, a long, shuddering tremor racing from your core as the first wave of your orgasm took over. kenjaku remained unmoved against your cunt, hands gripping into the crease of your hips to keep himself anchored even as you tried pushing him away due to your sensitivity.
his face was drenched. pearly slick dripping from his chin all the way down his throat while his tongue still lapped at your release with softer, gentler strokes. his arms were still wrapped around you, holding you through the aftershocks of the orgasm.
"you did so well," kenjaku purred into your inner thigh. the corner of his mouth quirked up while admiring the wrecked look on your face. least to say he was pleased, for now.
you whined as his lips trailed up your skin, pressing velvet kisses over your hip and abdomen. though weak and feeble under him, your hand was still snug in his locks, holding him rather than pushing and pulling. you brushed through the soft knots that formed, observing him through half-lidded eyes while he progressed over to your breasts and neck.
each kiss pulled your mind closer to lucidity, though not enough for you to realize he'd trapped you in. his arms were braced firmly against the mattress on either side of you, breath warming your skin as he hovered.
"now let's see if you can keep up, my lovely." kenjaku rose above you in a swift, smooth motion, strong legs still pinning you in place as his broad shoulders pulled back, silk robes slipping off of him like molten gold.
you didn't have much time to process his words or the defined muscles hiding underneath before he flipped you over. his bare, unclothed frame now lay beneath yours as you pressed your palms against his firm chest in search for support.
the direct contact is almost overwhelming. heat radiated off of him, and the faint rhythm of his heartbeat could be felt under your hands. you didn't know if it was grounding or driving you crazy; kenjaku was fully exposed before you yet still the one in control.
your eyes trail down his body; curious, but cautious. his hair splayed out on the sheets like spilled ink, lips still glistening wet with slick and spit. you couldn't help but watch the way his muscles flexed as he reached for your hips, or the way his proeminent abs tensed under your weight.
however, nothing could've prepared you to see the glimmering piercings trailing up the underside of his fully hard cock.
your mouth parted, eyes widening in shock just enough for him to catch it. what were you even gonna do with all of this? you were too busy staring to see the cocky smirk plastered across kenjaku's face.
"tempting, huh?" he crooned, snapping you out of your trance.
"uhm.." you looked at him half-stunned, half-eager.
your gaze drifted between him and his cock—i mean, how could you not stare? besides the metal barbells his cock was adorned with, it such a pretty tan color, flushed and leaking at the tip, smearing precum over his abs.
"no need to be shy, dear," kenjaku hummed. his hands shifting over to the small of your back and pulling you into him. a soft gasp broke from your lips at the lack of distance, your faces barely centimeters apart, "take what's yours."
kenjaku's hands dug harder into your skin now as they slid over to cup your ass, dragging you higher so that your cunt slid over the firm length of his cock.
a sweet, shared moan drifts from your lips at the contact. heat was stirring, trapped between your bodies as he helped you roll your hips over his girth, slick gushing and wetting his cock each time the metal bars skimmed over your clit.
the feeling made you shudder, your limbs feeling weaker as you draped yourself over kenjaku. his hips pressed high, making the friction even more intense as guided your movements, pushing you back and forth over his throbbing cock.
"this' what you needed?" kenjaku asked, his voice somewhere in between amusement and disappointment.
"mmph, yes—" you mumbled without thought, but your body knew you lied. heat bloomed in your chest, your cunt dripping and clenching helplessly for more.
kenjaku just hummed in response—he knew it wasn't much longer until you began unraveling on his length, and surely enough, each shift had grown needier, like it was consuming you from the inside.
"fuck—want more," you whimpered, so breathy and soft that it almost made kenjaku pity you. his hand slipped down from your hip as you humped him sluggishly, lifting you up with the other just enough for him to grab his base and line it up with cunt.
"there you go, take it," kenjaku purred, violet eyes locking onto yours. his tip glided over your slit a few more times before letting you sink onto it— the stretch was intense, a nauseating sense of pleasure as he slowly filled you up, ripping a broken sob from your lips.
the sensation given by his piercings was impossible to ignore, grazing your insides softly enough to push out every thought out of your head. his size wasn't helping either, pushing in one torturous inch after the other felt like eternity—velvet walls moulding to his girth as you struggled to adjust.
your breath was cut short by the time you were fully seated on his cock, slick pooling at his base as you tried to move. the way you dug your fingernails into kenjaku's chest made him bite back a groan, his patience running thin as you pulsed and gushed around him.
it took everything within you to begin lifting your hips, letting his touch act like the anchor keeping you from falling apart. your movements were slow, yet breaking you nonetheless.
kenjaku let you set your own pace, use him to your liking for the time being; only intervening to give you reassuring tugs, a silent praise telling you that you can take it.
the void around you swallowed your wordless babbles and broken whimpers, sounds that sent a dark thrill through kenjaku as he twitched within your sopping walls. your skin was slick and clammy, every weak slam of your hips creating a rhythmic, wet impact that echoed in the emptiness.
your body felt heavier with every movement, burdened with aching pleasure, the intensity only seeming to increase with kenjaku's burning stare as he studied you through hung lashes. your mind was astray, slowly losing the battle against comprehension as you fucked yourself stupid on his cock.
you feel him everywhere—so crude and deep it's overloading your senses. each punishing slam of skin to skin sending a harsh jolt through your nerves, blurring everything until there's only the rhythm of the impact. you're starving for more, compelled by a frantic, desperate need to stay in this moment, but your strength is failing. your breath is shallow, heartbeat thrumming in your chest; hanging on to any sliver of energy just to keep from collapsing over him.
"i can't…hngh," you breathed out, voice trembling. your cunt was gripping onto him like you couldn't bear to let go, his cock hitting every sensitive spot like it was made just for you, so deep you couldn't have even imagined it in your dreams.
"say the words and it's yours," kenjaku rasped, his own composure slowly breaking by the sight of you using him to the point where you're shaking.
"need to cum—please, need it so bad," you mumbled between broken sobs while another orgasm rapidly built up.
how could he deny you again after asking so nicely? it's not like he didn't want to fill your cunt up… properly this time.
"yeah, you need it? look at me," kenjaku grunted as he tightened his hold, making sure to leave a sign of himself by tomorrow when you'd wake up.
your weak gaze settled on him. a fire burning bright and feral behind his eyes, ready to reach you; to take you down with him.
one ragged thrust was enough to knock all power out of you. tears brimmed at your lash line as he filled your cunt up from below—his hips snapping so hard against your ass like he's been waiting to ruin you for an eternity.
your senses collapse more with each punishing thrust, the friction creating a flash of heat that whites out your vision, jaw slacking open. you're trapped in a circle of agonisingly sweet pleasure, threatening to break you.
"come on, give it to me," kenjaku hissed, the ardour in his voice making it sound like an order.
the tension that's been coiling in your chest finally snaps, walls clamping and pulsing around his cock as you cum undone, letting a guttural, shattered moan rip through.
the way your muscles squeeze around him in tight, helpless spasms inevitably breaks his control. with one powerful, deep thrust, kenjaku stills within your sopping heat—filling you up, claiming you as he surrenders to his release.
he doesn't just hit your limit; he stays there, burying himself deep enough to make you cave into a silent sob, feeling the force of his orgasm ripple through you.
silky white cum leaks to the base of his cock, overflowing the warmth of your sensitive core. kenjaku's eyes flutter closed, wavering as he keeps his hold on your hips, making you grind against him while still fully buried.
weak, soft whimpers escape your lips, feeling his cock slowly begin to soften while your mixed cum sloshes around inside you. your body folds over his, still twitchy and feeble as you come down from your high.
kenjaku's arms drape around you, holding you flush against him. you yield against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath, blanketed by his warmth.
"until next time," he whispers—a sound that'll consume you even well after you wake up.
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